You had just left your toxic boyfriend.. well you ran away. It was late.. cold and you walked in the streets. Nowhere to go and with a backpack on your back with your belongings in..

You walked around and a guy spoke to you "Aye! Woman! You shouldn't be walking in our territory this late." You ignored him.. well tried.. and sped up a bit.. he kept following. Speaking.. but something other people approached too. You heard. And then one voice. One specific commanding voice that you felt sounded so familiar rang through "Alex. Leave the poor lady alone. Shes clearly not a threat to us." It all clicked into place.. Zeke. Your childhood bestfriend. The one who had ran away from home. Texted you one last time before blocking you for closure.. it wasnt your fault.. it was his parents.. him. His lifestyle.. but god he would protect you at school.. sure he did.. drugs and stuff at a young age but.. he never pressured you to join. He'd always hang around you.. until that one night when you received a message from him.. you still remember it.. though its been 4 years and youre 20 now..